the challenges and triumphs of raising babies amongst beasts
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Today the tree comes down from the attic along with all of our stockings. Except he won't be here and now I have a stocking with his name embroidered on it. It would simply be wrong to hang it. So, now I am off to search for new stockings because I just can't deal. I might not break down in tears every day, but I miss Maximus every single day. Almost 2 months later, it still doesn't feel real and it still isn't fair.